Metanoia

Introduction to Metanoia

 I used to think the world was different. It'd give me what I want. Be there for me when I needed it. Over time, I've learned it doesn't do that. The world isn't at your back, cheering you on in your darkest moments. The world doesn't give you the answers you need. It just sits and watches you as you wallow in your own despair, chained by the very demons it created. Watching. Listening. Not learning from what it saw, but merely sitting there, intrigued by the monsters it made out of people.

 But perhaps this is the way the world was meant to function. Perhaps it is not the fault of the world, but the fault of humanity. Is it in our own faults which we find the answers to the questions which burn our minds at every waking moment? Is it in our own hearts where we find the compassion the world never gave to us, the love we are meant to give to others? Is it, perhaps, in our very souls, where the true power to break the chains that bind us so lay?

 When asking these questions, one must consider all aspects of life, and all parts of the world. The good. The bad. The ignored. The in between. The shut out. The oppressed. The ones put high on a pedestal. The ones who fly high and never come down. The ones who crash into the ground and never get back up.

 It is in all regards of utmost importance that these questions be asked, and the answers found.